Falling with the leaves (for you my dear)

Theres nothing wrong with me

Okay, hi guys. This is the editors notes type stuff ( you know cuz it's in bold ) and I wanted to say 4 things
1) Hi
2) this will probably suck cuz I've never written fiction before outside of school. I write songs for my band but that's about it.
3)  I'm pairing a song with every chapter so if you wanna listen to the music with it you can. I'm writing the chapters while listening to the chapters song.
4) this version of link is loosely based on myself and my personal experiences in life thus far. So if you think I should stick to a classic link, find another fanfic.

Okay thanks soooo much for checking this out.

( I also wanted to shout out [to my 0 followers] my inspiration for trying to write fics and that's Princess-Zel )

-Anarch

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              Song: Jesus of Suburbia

'I'M THE SON OF RAGING LOVE, THE JESUS OF SUBURBIA' blasts from my phone as I groggily open my eyes. I reach over and grab it to turn the alarm off.

I rub my eyes and slowly sit up, leaning my back against the wall behind my bed. My blanket is wrapped around me so I'm half on top of it and half under it. Checking the time I see it's 1:30 PM, I must have stayed up but I can't remember too well. I grab a pair of ear buds and plug them into my phone. Then put the volume as loud as it can go and blast myself into another dimension with the heavy guitar, slow but melodic bass, and fast but coordinated drums of Green Day's 'Jesus of Suburbia'.

Then I get up and slowly walk to my bathroom, squinting at the bright fluorescent lights I turn on my shower and pull my earbuds out, letting the phones speakers fill the room. I know no one will care as my parents have both been at work for hours by now. I look in the mirror as the water for my shower heats up and realize I fell asleep in my pants, A pair of ripped skinny jeans I tug them off. ( I wonder why they call them that when they're actually still rather baggy) I'm short and very thin, I have both of my ears pierced and a second, red earring in my upper left ear. I have a nose ring that's the same shade of deep blue as my eyes. And I have long, bleached hair.

As I step into the steaming shower I wonder why people think I'm brave to dress the way I do. People say I'm courageous to wear skinny jeans, and have earrings, and wear band shirts, and be a part of skate culture. I don't think it is, a lot of people do it in California, and Oregon. But since I'm in The South it makes it special?

I step out of the shower and dry my hair with a hairdryer. I walk back into my room and pull on a swimsuit, and some vans. I grab my skateboard and head out, it's a nice day out so I think I'm going to drop by the beach for a swim.  All I can hear is ' Oh you're leaving, You're leaving, You're leaving, Are you leaving home?'

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Okay I know this is short. I'm sorryyyyyyyy. But this seemed like a natural place to put a chapter. Please give feedback =)